Twilight

Eleven o clock and the streets are deserted. It's cold, you had to borrow your sister's boots, and clouds lie heavy over Stockholm. You know this place, you've been here before. Perhaps you once called this home, it's hard to tell. You're drunk now (he calls you, you can't refuse). 

Something beckons you from beyond the veil of memories and busier days. You know it's there but hesitate to see it. Dawn comes over the city before dusk has had the chance to leave. Jet lag runs gravel across your eyes. You try to let it sweep you away.